Character Description
Name:Aderynel ferch Modrena
Species: Sylpharim
Race/Nationality: Northerner
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Languages:North Sylpharimese, Arventian, adequate South Sylpharimese and some limited Eahamish
Appearance: Aderynel is average height for Sylpharim (5'2''), though her wings add extra height when they are folded and it is easy enough to pick her out in a crowd of taller races. She is a slim, shapely creature with soft hands unusued to heavy labour or martial pursuits. The keener observer will note that there are often tell-tale black ink stains on her fingers, pointing to the fact she writes for a living.
Aderynel is a fair woman with greyish-blue eyes and long hair that has been described as amber or dark blonde. She takes pride in her physical appearance and is usually well presented, her hair well combed or worn in a tidy bun (particularly when flying). Her wings are black feathered and attractively glossy, though this particular detail is lost on most non-Sylpharim people.
Aderynel favours colourful, plaid patterned clothing, of the kind typical in her native homeland and usually wears tall, sturdy boots to assist with landing.
Personal Effects: Aderynel travels light but, currently, has a reasonably purse of money, mostly made up of Arventian denarii, which are regarded as a solid currency with no history of debasement. She currently has a wardrobe with a few dresses, some in her native plaid and others in the plainer style of Eahamn.
Perhaps surprisingly, she has no jewelry or other expensive trinkets on her person though she does have a journal, ink and quills kept in the room she is renting and a selection of 'essential' cosmetics (including oil for her wings).
Similarly, she doesn't carry any weapons save for a utilitarian seax, which she is capable of defending herself with if necessary.
Background:
Role: Historian
Backstory: Aderynel grew up in the, often chaotic, society of the Sylpharim people, in the great city of Bryncaer, nestled amongst the snow-capped peaks of the Bodeira Mountains. Unlike the peoples from the world below, Aderynel did not grow up with any sense of having a particular place in the world other than that which she could carve out for herself.
Her parents were fighters, but she much preferred books and writing and, as a 14 year old girl, was showing enough aptitude for reading and research that she was taken under the wing (metaphorically speaking) of the respected historian, Cynfelyn. Cynfelyn was an old man, already in his 60s, but quickly bonded with his young apprentice, who's energy for learning seemed to give him a new lease of life as well.
At the age of 20, Aderynel graduated from her apprenticeship, finding a junior, stipended position at the University of Bryncaer. The university was a respectable institution (at least amongst the Sylpharim) where one could learn the arcane arts of Cuivethir and Súlendur along with studying the many more mundane arts, such as History.
Despite having achieved a good position, especially considering her age and (lack of) experience, Aderynel began to quickly feel a sense of dissatisfaction set in. While she enjoyed researching the ancient history of her people, she longed for better lodgings than the drafty, cold room she inhabited in the university. She longed for a better-paid, more prestigious position, but she was still very young and there were many eminent people ahead of her in line for when those positions became vacant.
Late in the year of 4016, however, an opportunity presented itself. Every four years the citizens of Bryncaer, aged 25 and over, gathered to elect a Lord Mayor and 4016 was one of these years. The incumbent Lord Mayor, Maelgwn, had been in place for the last 12 years, though Aderynel was drawn to the impetuous, handsome, young Blaenfael as a candidate.
After attending several symposiums hosted by the Blaenfael, Aderynel began to strike up a friendship with him and, by all accounts (other than Aderynel's own), became somewhat infatuated by him. When Blaenfael approached her with documents indicating that Maelgwn's ancestors had conspired to allow gurzat to infest the Bodeira mountains, and offering her a sum of money to write an article on the subject, she was horrified and immediately agreed, accepting Blaenfael's coin. In a moment of rash foolishness that was generally atypical of the young Historian, Aderynel made no attempt to verify the documents, writing up a defamatory article on the Lord Mayor which was read-out, to considerable public outrage, shortly before the election.
Nevertheless, Maelgwn still won the election by the slimmest of majorities. In the aftermath, Blaenfael slipped out of the city. Alarmed by his sudden disappearance, Aderynel looked at the documents he had given her again, this time with more suspicion. To her horror, Aderynel quickly began to find inconsistencies that pointed to a forgery.
The next day, armed with the documents given to her by Blaenfael and her notes on the subject, Aderynel set off for the magistrate's court, though on passing through the square in front of the building, by sheer good fortune, she happened to stop for a moment by the notice board. Here she discovered, to her horror, an arrest warrant posted for her.
In a blind panic, Aderynel fled back to her room, collected her meagre savings, the money given to her by Blaenfael, and what few possessions she could carry and fled by wing, with the law hot on her tail.
For the past few months, Aderynel has been working in the city of Ardbenn Solas, eeking out a living as a scribe for a local merchant, though she longs for the opportunity to clear her name, restore her honour, atone for her sins and return home. Ideally, without ending up in a pillory, or worse.
Over this time she has picked up quite a bit of the South Sylpharimese language (it is not too different from her own). While the Southern Sylpharim tend to remain aloof and apart from humans, the Northerners do not, and Aderynel is no exception to the rule, often coming down from the mountains to spend time amongst the Eahimingas people, whom she quite likes (and who are quite curious about her). She has even begun writing a travel journal, cataloguing the many differences between the Eahamingas and the Pellmorwyr people she grew up around.
It was on one flight between Ealdormuda and Ardbenn Solas, that Aderynel stumbled across something quite exciting...
Character Intro: roleplayerguild.com/posts/5628026
